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Fresh Off The Dome Of Squintin Quarantino
#BattleNaps
On the way to brum there’s a place called Quinton
I saw it through the window and my eyes started squintin’
I jumped off the bus and was shot in the head
By a fake bullet “for a scene” the chap said
Step the fuck back bruv, do I know you?
Naa’ just kiddin’ saw your hat, checked your crew
We went into the cinema and smoked some strong indo
Turned off the lights and sat Squintin QuarantinoDon’t call me squintin’
When I’m locked down like San Quintin
I’m quitting’ spittin’ sittin’ here knittin’ new mittens
Cute scratching like kittens
Most my girlfriends were fit ens’
So many in the art game get paid a mere pittance
Patience, stop and read the has Beano
The world is hulk fiction and I’m Squintin QuarantinoI step into battle with shaker and rattle
Dressed like a cow I move the crowd like cattle
Commune-immunity with no vaccine is lunacy
Move your dumb ass inside the virus is real you see?
Stop gambling with your life in that fucking Casino
Stay home and kill ill like Squintin QuarantinoTake that 5G conspiracy and give your third eye a squeegee
When you get bored source your news from a Wiji
Bars I got plenty my mouth never empty
Call me Squinting eyes prize flies twenty-twenty
With a mouth full of fevers like you’d never believe us
Hip hop inglorious spit smells like Brad’s Pitt
My reservoir dogs bark at Al Pacino
Don’t fuck with the camera guy I’m Squintin QuarantinoThis band is bound for mumu land
Turntable spray can mic and handstand
Stay the fuck home with stuck home syndrome
Play games fly drone make rhymes dry bone
I’m in quarantainment thinkin’ bout the government
Doing edu-tainment writing to contain it
Outbreak beats from tribal elders to bambino
We’re all bastards now bro just like Squintin QuarantinoWe await a second universal base-sick incoming
Incoming…I juggle beats in my heart I’m drumming
All washed hands on deck, sick seconds to wreck
Better put on a mask and better wynd in yer’ neck
Breath
And get set to a task
Like making gowns gloves food poems and masks
And if in the night you get a strong dark urgy
To go into the streets get a bit purgy
Breath and hold down the fort, stay home, it’s a sport
And I’m the Eddie Eagle Edwards of ski-board rap warriors
Don’t jump stay home, stop worriers
Don’t be hateful mate be a loving hero get leano’
I’ll be here scribblin’ bruv peace Squintin Quarantino.OUTRO: When your locked up inside and there’s nowhere to hide and the last plane has flied and the tough man has cried the criminister lied as the last poet sighed and we all on this slide of mosty unsatisfied we look back and we tied our prejudice to pride and teachers they tried and preachers some died and screetchers they scryed guilty they hide and greedy they seek and the spirit of Apocalypse Cow moooooooo. How do you treat your meat? “if Covid 19 is the China virus, school shootings are the white people virus…” the other Quarantino said. Fly out. Yeah yeah. SQ in the house. Hey, stay home, stay in bed yer’ bellend. Ha. What you looking at now? Why you squinting? Dis ting…here, look, down at your toe, go, run that riddim’ track….flow.
I feel like Rambino when I’m in my Lamborghino
Wearing my chino’s reading porno magazino
From the fam Gambino I gamble rambles for vino
Split the spleeno of geno now I’m singing Turna Tino’Walkin’ down the streeto, just eating my cheetoh
Girl turned and shouted, “hey Squintin Quarantino”
I said “hell no, what the fuck do you meano”
“I’m smoking that icky girl-scout cookie pheno” -
To The Five Cereals God
Spring wind from the East
Whispers of four seasons killer king at large
Falling on deaf ears like snowflakesFlowers burst late winter messaging
Sun’s fire and flood yin and yang
Man’s dumb bones silent and thick
The birds and bees return
I sigh with pain and with relief
The mountains and the milky way do not care
For my mouthful of air
When will I see my family again
Who will we have become
What of the badger fox and pheasant populationsA Tsunami of novelty wash over gold
Sunset on the horizon
Its sudden beauty deceives man
A novel king puzzle virus moves like a god
Invisible almighty all-powerful creator and destroyer
The slugs go about their twisted business
Fish return to the river
Men to their cave
Sorrow on the air like bird songThe countermeasures worse than the illness
Thank goodness for Shen Nung
The five cereals god
Hemp cannabis and cheerfulnessFunny thoughts dissolve
As the long night approaches
I start a poem and the moon sways
Simple good health cheer for all
May the cereal gods be bountiful
May the rains not fail to fall
May the greedy pulldown vanity
Let us swear to meet again in the new world after
Future–Steve Fly
29/03/2020 -
Rutte Cash – Featuring Squintin Quarantino
Vocals recorded by Tim Egmond
19/03/2020Turntables Recorded 28/03/2020
Feat. Defari – Change And Switch
(Instrumental)#FlattenTheCurve
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From the James Joyce Quarterly (Spring 2019)
“In a welcome contrast to the seriousness of high-art venues, Steve Fly Agaric 23 embodies the ideal of a space-cadet savant, just barely returned from the realm of interstellar ideas but landing into perfect musical timing, without losing the traces of stardust from whatever cosmic forces returned to this atmosphere in his wake. A drummer and DJ-turned-programmer, Fly’s performance was based on a digital remixing palette he developed uniquely for the day, “BloomJamm,” which was available for free download by all conference attendees, and remains accessible to the general public via his website.
Fly’s audio samples included clips of Joyce-head Robert Anton Wilson, whose influence was also present in the work of the visual James Joyce Quarterly 56.3-4 2019 Complete_Issue_56_3.indb 422 1/14/2020 1:14:29 PM 423 artist Heather Ryan Kelley. Kelley sat beside the stage throughout the day creating live art. Though Kelley and Fly drew on overlap-ping sources of inspiration—Joyce’s Wake, RAW’s Coincidance, and elements of prepared materials and automatic improvisation—her temperament and approach are marked by a delicate exploration of the inner worlds and symbols of language, both as words and as sigla.….
“Also departing from the Antwerp Symposium in search of unusual
adventures was “Amsterdampster,” a series of shows organized by Steve Fly Agaric 23 immediately following the performances at deSin-
gel. Each of the three Amsterdam performances was held at different locations there, including Sexyland in North Amsterdam, the Cafe Monumentje, and the Cafe Daan and Daan.The gig at Sexyland included an explosive rant from Christian Greer on Joyce’s methods for destroying imperialism at its root, through the introduction of an anti-capitalist virus into the English/ American language via Finnegans Wake; a reprise of Bindervoet and Henkes’s performative lecture; and a set of mind-melting improvised music from Fly and Vincente Pino’s Dr. Marshmallow Cubicle. A particularly unique highlight of the evening was an impromptu offering of “Finnegan’s Wake” from the Dutch National Opera singer Cato Fordham, who first recalled discovering his brother Finn’s personal copy of Finnegans Wake strewn about somewhere, only to find himself transcendentally transported into language through its reading.
Unexpected forms of impromptu transportation also occurred at Cafe Monumentje, west of the canal in Jordaan. A real locals bar unaccustomed to performances and where English speakers are rarely found, much less welcomed, two English expats and an American—Fly, William Sutton, and myself—nervously sat in the back corner wondering how to proceed with our late afternoon gig. Emboldened by his background as a stand-up comedian, Sutton began the evening, to the relief of Fly and me. Rapping in Dutch about William Shakespeare and the power of language, Sutton dexterously transitioned to English before cuing me to talk about Joyce and read fromthe Wake.
We stumbled on Joycean gold when one of the most disinterested
regulars finally looked up from his newspaper to demand a look at what gibberish this was, and from then on, in lieu of any formal per-
formances, the entire bar spent the night cheering and shouting while passing around this weird little book. With each reader laughing
aloud until the next insisted on finding out for himself what was so
funny, the Wake proved itself again as a true pub-book-for-the-people,
while one man declared, “I’ve been at this bar every day for forty
years; we haven’t seen this kind of magic since the old days!”From…
Joyce Smithy: A Curated Review of James Joyce in Visual Art, Music, and Performance—Community and Elusive Understandings
Tess Brewer, Christa-Maria Lerm Hayes, and Derek Pyle
University College London, University of Amsterdam, and Waywords and Meansigns.
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Flyku 2020
I was planning to make these into a book (Coming Soon at www.patreon.com/stevefly)
No time.Love, you.
8 / 3
Iridium Jazz
NYC 2004
rip mccoy
toxic news be like
horror quarantino film
panic sells papers
Invisible air
water droplet to earth
fire spirit
the countermeasures
worse than the corvid 19?
now wash those brain cells
a social virus
under your fingertips now
don’t touch your facebook
mystical sarist
tory super poop spreader
diss inn fact virus
box don’t shake on it
knuckle-off switches and knobs
elbow cough sneezy
scaly pangolin
no care for cash nor power
happy eating ants
no time to die
time for market strategy
covid bond delays
cancel olympics
compete to save the planet
and the human race
burn all your money
vote conservative virus
wash laundry offshore
no border no flag
no gender race or culture
escape corvid king
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JUGGLE PRACTICE IN SLOW MOTION
I confess, it’s sloppy. With practice I hope to share a sharper video soon. Peace.
At Hemp Story.
Video by Gabs Castro.



